Pax Machina

==Chapter Index

Chapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3

Reconciliation

The pain was intense. I groaned from the battering I had received. My muscles were still spasming from the intense voltage of her attacks, that had left me dazed and reeling. My equipment was in ruins. It was just my luck that we had to contend with a Queen-class. Like most of them, her strength was far beyond our own, and even our overwhelming numbers had failed to put a single dent in the thick Machinium armour of her shields and armor. As if that was not enough, her subordinates felt almost as tough. It was like fighting a brick wall, only the wall fought back. Our mission was to just delay her, keep her busy. We thought we could just occupy her enough for our forces to succeed elsewhere, but we never anticipated her to counterattack with such vigor. Our efforts barely amounted to a few more minutes of time for the evacuation taking place ahead of this Queen’s advance. As it stood, none of us Agents were in any shape to evacuate with them. Many weren't even conscious. I looked to my left, where my weapon lay, broken. Not that it would have done much good, I suppose. I winced as I tried to sit up. My right arm was numb and would not move.

My eyes widened as she descended upon me, like a demon ready to have its meal. For how beautiful they looked, I always hated how ugly their behavior was. I joined REPAIR to stop these beasts from ravaging our homes. Seeing the carnage that took place in the Saturn system and then their arrival at Jupiter, I felt I had to enlist, to fight back against these monsters and defend humanity. I had done the best I could. I took as many of those bots offline as I could. But despite our best efforts, this city was under siege too, from multiple Clusters. The low whine of her engines faded out as her heels touched the ground, the Queen-class Machina stepping forward to stand directly over me, looking down right at me. I looked up to her looming figure, so foreign yet familiar. Inhuman skin and body parts, yet a conventionally voluptuous and attractive figure, her body rippling with chords of muscle that showed strength and sexiness.

I always disliked how attractive they were, it weakened my resolve.

“Stay… back…” I managed to mutter with venom on my lips as I spoke. Not that it would do any good. I was scared. I knew what would come next. I felt tears stinging my eyes. Around us, other Machina began to come down too. There were still the sounds of gunfire, but they were distant. This battle was over. And we'd lost. The Queen regarded me with a calm expression. It felt wrong. The only time the Machina were not happy was when they were losing.

“You have fought well.” the Queen declared. She seemed pleased by my resistance, which only baffled me. “You exceeded my combat projections by 25 seconds. I’m impressed.” She continued.

“What… are you… saying?" I spat, straining to look at her. Her amber eyes were taking in my whole body, observing every curve I could offer to her. "I think you have remarkable potential. You could become an excellent Machina." She illuminated, praising me with growing interest. My heart sank at the idea. Earning the attention of a Queen never went well for REPAIR Agents.

"I don't...wanna..." I huffed in protest, disgusted by the idea. "What is your name Agent?" The queen asked in response, making me blink. The sudden question threw me off.

“…Miranda… Why would… you… care?” I answered. Those monsters would only erase my name, erase me, and make my body into one of them. I could not understand why this Queen would ask me such a question.

"Because, Miranda. I want you. You. Not some brainless drone. You are...beautiful. And resilient. Even now you wish to defy me, beaten...but not broken. I find it...attractive" She said, her words were calm, but she seemed fascinated as she drew closer, her hips swaying with each step towards me. I on the other hand, felt myself growing more concerned. I tried to will the RM in my body to patch me up faster. Some part of me hoped to run...or at least struggle. "Why not accept my blessing? I could reforge you anew. Stronger. Smarter. Sexier. I could give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams." The Machina asked, seeking to tempt me as she stood over me, her hand groping her breast.

“You’ll… make me a… monster.” I snarled. Despite my expended body, my anger at her supposed righteousness was undeniable. “I find it sad that you think so. That you find something this beautiful to be monstrous. Can you really say you feel nothing seeing such a perfect body, Miranda? One so powerful and alluring?" She asked curiously. The Queen straddled me, her knees either side of my shoulders, trapping me under her frame. Her faintly twitching cock stood proudly, looming over my breasts and in front of my face. I found myself looking into the eye that is embedded in her shaft. Such captivating yet distressing alien anatomy.

"This could be yours. It would be so easy, for me to give you this gift.” She sighed, as if it would be such a mercy. From here, I could even smell her. The faint scent wafting off her frame, stronger here at the source. It assaulted my nose, the sweet scent of...vanilla I thought. It made me squirm, my body seemed to betray me, as I found myself growing further aroused.

"Not...worth it..." I grit out. It's hard to talk. I didn't know why I was arguing. But I felt provoked to defend myself. A last act of defiance, I thought. The Machina Queen seemed disappointed by my answer.

"It vexes me, that you humans recoil from your future. Of what you could become. Of what you could feel. I suppose my zealous sisters are partly to blame for this…" The machine woman lamented, pouting slightly. After a moment she rose up on her knees, bringing her cock up to loom over my head and her large balls into view. With one hand, she stroked her cock, and with the other, she groped one of her balls. In response, her balls seemed to faintly glow while her cock throbbed. "Can you see it Miranda? Feel it? The power churning in my balls? The nanomachines desperate to become one with you and raise you to your true glory?" She asked groaning in delight as she fondled herself. I could feel the heat radiating onto my face, and the scent only grew stronger. I tried to press at her thigh with my good arm, but she ignored it. In a contest of strength, I might as well have been a baby pushing a brick wall. All while her balls churned, filled to the brim. “I could remake you where we are now. I could grant you reprieve from your suffering, your mortality, and give you all the pleasure you could want…”

This was it. She was going to rape me, kill who I am, and make me into a metal monster like all the rest. The Queen descended until her breasts were pressed to mine, and her head was above my own, staring me in the eyes. My heart was racing. I could feel her pulsing cock against my belly and pussy through the thin latex of my suit. My vision was half-filled by the Queen’s two M2 factories pressed against my own breasts. I willed my own body, desperately, to produce more RM. To patch me up, to fix anything, that I might resist her. It was futile. There was nothing left for me to do. "Come now Miranda. Won't you allow yourself to experience that bliss?" She asked hopefully. I didn't answer right away, trying to keep myself calm.

"I don't...want to...lose it...my...humanity..." I hissed back. I found myself blushing hotly as I tried not to allow myself to be aroused. Yet I didn't understand Why wasn't she already violating me. Was she trying to prove a point? Since when did Machina act like this?

"Mmm...for all your defiance, I know some part of you yearns for this." She accused. To my shame, her words struck a chord. I shuddered at the thought, my body hot and needy. I couldn't bear to even try and lie. Afraid that she would be able to see right through me. Though her smile seemed to piece me anyways, as she dipped lower. I realized only too late what she meant to do as her hand seized my chin, and she suddenly kissed me.

"Mmm?!" I gasped in surprise. There was a brief moment of just our lips, before I suddenly felt a long tongue slip into my mouth. The metallic appendage danced with mine, willing me to fight back. She continued for a good minute it felt like before pulling back, a string of my saliva collecting on her tongue that she seemed to savor. "It would be easy for me to show you, you know? All would be made clear once you connect to my Cluster" She growled lightly, her voice threatening me. As if it was my fault for making her go through all this trouble. I gulped nervously. There was a pause, as she closed her eyes, before her body lifted itself away from me. She looked down, regarding me. "But, I can wait a little longer." She finally declared.

My heart almost stopped. "You...won't rape me?" I asked with trepidation. Now I was more afraid that ever, in that one moment. To be given hope was often a dangerous thing. It was to make yourself vulnerable, emotionally, in the worst way.

“My sisters would have given you our blessing here and now. I am patient, however. I will save you, sooner or later, and when I do, it will be when you are willing. Then, I will welcome you as another of my daughters with open arms.” The Queen stated, her voice husky with desire despite her apparent magnanimity. With that, she dismounted me, and slid her arms under my body, lifting me in a bridal carry. I found my head cradled between her arm and her monumental breast. I could feel the power within it. An M2 producing factory. Faintly glowing with that all-corrupting fluid. I felt so bewildered.

“What are you… doing?” I wheezed. “You will come with us where you will be safe, as will the other humans we have gathered this cycle.” The Queen stated, looking ahead.

I could not process what was happening. "Is this real? You can't...be telling the truth." The Queen looked down at me in her arms and said in her calm, slightly reverberating voice “Child, I do not lie.”

I remained where I was, in the Queen’s arms, silent, as I contemplated what had happened. She’s taking me somewhere she says is safe. She says I won’t be infected until I want it. What kind of Machina says these things? I felt so conflicted. The rolling gyrations of her body as she walked were so graceful. I almost wanted to relax in her arms. I realized too, that none of the other Machina in the area were violating my comrades. My comrades, for the most part, were all too exhausted or too wounded to resist the Machina if they wanted to, yet despite this, none of the Machina were forcing themselves onto my comrades. I would be more relaxed, were it not for the Queen’s cock bumping against me on occasion, highlighting a very perplexing dichotomy.

"Thank you." I whispered, my voice almost hoarse. I didn't know if she appreciated it, but was comforted when I felt her squeeze my body just a little bit. I was still mentally processing this strange turn of events when thoughts were interrupted by the Queen, who had stopped walking.

“Oh dear…” She muttered quietly after a moment. I looked at where the Queen’s attention was at. A REPAIR Agent lay on her side among her ruined equipment, and a pool of blood had formed under her. I recognized that brown hair. “Silvia!” I cried out in alarm.

I tried to jump down from the Queen’s arms, but my body would not move. A magenta Assaulter-class Machina was knelt next to my friend, cutting away her wrecked flight gear. Her hands gingerly rolled Silvia slightly to her side to examine the injury. “This one will not last much longer, my Queen.” The magenta Machina said as she looked up at us. My heart dropped. Silvia managed to open one eye and look at the Machina around her.

“Just… let… me… die… monsters…” She wheezed. The Machina was right. She was about to die. No amount of RM in her body would stabilize that. I looked to the Queen, whose gaze was locked with that of the magenta Assaulter. They must be communicating mentally, I figured. The Assaulter abruptly turned her head back to Silvia and removed a pair of plugs from both her nipples.

“W-what’s she doing?” I stammered. “Your friend will die Miranda, if we don’t remake her right now.” The Queen answered, looking down to me regretfully.

“B-but what about-“ I began, feeling somewhat betrayed. “I wish we could give her the time she needs to embrace our perfection willingly, but she will die if we do not intervene now. Anything is preferable to death.” The queen replied passionately. After a long pause, I spoke again.

“Will she be saved, or just some...facsimile?” I asked, making my doubts clear. From all I knew, the corruption seemed to destroy those it remade. I’ve seen how Machina act. The Assaulter meanwhile began to press her breasts together with her hands. With only light pressure, I watched as her M2 milk began to gush from her nipples and cover Silvia’s wounds, and other places. It was, truth be told, messy. "No... please… I want to… stay as… me…” Silvia cried weakly.

“She will be saved.” Stated the Queen resolutely. “We are not imitations.” I wasn’t sure about that. I’ve seen how Machina act.

“Please put me with her.” I asked. The Queen knelt down and placed me next to Silvia. I took her hand in my own. Silvia turned to look at who was there. Only one eye would open, and even still it was bloody. “Is that… you… Miranda?” she wheezed.

“Yes, Silvia, it’s me, Miranda. I… I don’t want to lose you, Silvia. They’re...they said they're trying to save you.” I said, trying not to panic. Even as I repeated it, I still felt worried as I tried to reassure her. It was so odd to say that, to be defending their actions. This was everything I'd come to despise. But, part of me wanted to believe them. That even if Silvia changed, it would still be her. I hoped.

“They’re… lying… You have… to… get away…” Silvia could barely speak, yet she was still bitterly opposed to the Machina. I didn’t know what else to say, trying to hold back my emotions. The low-pitched scream of another flight unit drew closer, as I looked up to see another Machina descend towards us. This one, however, was quite different to the rest. Her breasts and belly were enlarged, and her orifices capped off. The Assaulter/Breeder-class hybrid landed near Silvia and walked over.

“This is the one, I take it. What a sad state.” She sighed. The Machina reached up to her breast, and I realized then that all the Machina nearby had been wearing plugs now, as was this one. I watched as she removed a plug from her breast. Fluids leaked from her orifice before being followed by the head of a Larva, which crawled out onto her hand. I involuntarily flinched away from her in fear. "The M2 helped but she's lost a lot of blood. Silvia needs a Machina Core." The Queen explained.

“There we go. Another human in need of salvation.” The Breeder-class Machina said with a smile, holding out the larva, which twitched excitedly, seeing the human. She knelt down next to Silvia, and pressed it into her chest. "NN...GUH!" Silvia tensed up and gasped at the shock of the Larva bonding to her body.

As the creature melded itself to her skin, she squeezed my hand tightly, and I squeezed hers in return. The larva raised its tail, angling it towards her face and pressed it into her lips, which quickly foamed with bright M2 fluid as her mouth was filled. Silvia’s shock quickly faded after a few more moments to quiet, low moans as she began to drink the fluids, gingerly sucking on the tail between her lips. Silvia, who had been so adamantly against the Machina, was now seemingly enjoying being fed M2 from the tail of her new Larva. I again didn’t know what to think. Is becoming a Machina really that good? I recalled the Queen’s words, and I felt myself questioning what I thought I knew. I never would have thought the Machina really believed their own talk of compassion and mercy. That becoming a Machina is salvation. Now, as I watched the Larva rapidly merging with Silvia’s chest, I believe I was witnessing the compassion of the Machina. Maybe she really would be okay. My thoughts were interrupted by the Queen picking me up again.

“Your friend will be ok now, but it is time for you and the rest of your comrades to go with my daughters.” The Queen said. The Queen then handed me to the Assaulter/Breeder-class hybrid, who had reapplied the plug to her nipple. If the Queen’s breasts full of churning M2 didn’t scare me, then the Larvae wombs inside this Machina’s breasts certainly did. The Machina carried my weight as if it were nothing and huffed at my suddenly fearful behavior, rolling her eyes. She began to power up her flight systems, when I remembered something;

"Wait!” I cried out, trying to see past the Machina carrying me and look at the Queen. “Do you have a name?” I hadn't even known what Cluster we'd been trying to fight.

The Queen, upon hearing this, actually smirked and rested her hand on her hips as she answered me. “The humans have given me the designation PAX.” With that, she turned and ignited her own thrusters, leaving with her group of warriors. Soon, I too was being lifted into the air by the Machina carrying me. As we climbed into the sky, I looked at the direction that PAX was heading. It was towards the current combat zones. My heart sank once more. This Queen, PAX, had treated me in a way I would have never imagined, considerate. Yet many more humans will suffer and die today, and tomorrow, until something is done.

“Why can only some of us be so lucky?” I wondered to myself. The Machina answered me regardless “Not all Queens are as merciful as PAX.” I felt so powerless. Above us, a Machina troop carrier hovered. Many other Assaulter-class Machina were carrying humans to it and offloading them inside. Soon it was my turn to be handed off to board the shuttle. A Machina reached out from the shuttle interior and took my weight, as the Machina who had carried me here handed me over and departed with a farewell. "This way please." The shuttle attendant Machina set me down inside and guided me past row after row of seated humans; some looked afraid, others cried, a few perhaps relieved, one glared at me, as if demanding to know why I hadn't fought to my last breath.

I looked away in shame as I was taken to an open seat. I collapsed into it, feeling exhaustion creeping into me, and wondering where we would go next. What would happen. I could feel the craft shift as we started accelerating, probably leaving the battlefield. One thing seemed certain. My career as a REPAIR Agent was over.

Association

It felt very odd, walking down the street, with a bag of groceries. You would think, at first glance, that it was simply a normal, unassuming thoroughfare in any typical city. People walked on the streets. Various storefronts or apartment complexes dominated the area. I knew a few blocks over there was even a park, and a block dedicated to recreational activities. Cars flitted through the area, and there was an entrance to a subway to get around to other parts of the city. The only part that was visually jarring, was seeing the occasional Machina walking down the sidewalks. The otherworldly beings would strut about with complete confidence in themselves. Their equipment had been removed, to make moving around easier. More importantly, they wore plugs, and their cocks were hidden. It seemed though that while they took precautions to avoid leaking M2, they weren't going to hide themselves.

Admittedly, I could understand their feelings. Just a little. As a REPAIR agent, I naturally felt urges to show off. Getting as high a rank as I had, the extra RM production made you horny, and Agents were encouraged to be libertine with each other. Not to mention the uniforms. Showing off my body just felt good, and as much as the Machina were drawing stares, I was admittedly getting my own fair share walking in my usual tight latex bodysuit. Well. I didn’t really have much else to wear yet anyways. Unlike me however, their breasts and pussy were openly flaunted, in spite of the typical human sensibilities. They eagerly displayed themselves to any who would look. It was starting to become easier to spot which people had lived here longer. The gawkers and those who looked away in embarrassment were newer. More established residents were accustomed to the sight and less perturbed. Well, without them attacking you, there was more opportunity to admire their form. The human traits they shared with us were certainly enviable. And while their alien features felt unnatural, they became less and less strange with more exposure. Their movements were graceful as they seemed to glide across the pavement, and I often caught myself staring too. I silently chastised myself afterwards for the budding attraction I was feeling to my former enemies.

Yet, having allowed myself to do so I picked up on something else. Noticing how the amber eyes of theirs would be scanning around at nearby humans as they walked, like they were on the prowl. Occasionally, they would stop to try to catch the attention of someone, and chat them up. They weren’t very subtle about their desires, but at least they seemed restrained. Other Machina seemed less interested, walking with purpose towards their destinations. A few met with humans that apparently recognized them. That was odd, to think that a Machina and a human might have an...interpersonal relationship. I felt like there had to be some catch I wasn't seeing. Could Machina be friendly with humans? When I looked at these momentary encounters, they seemed to get along amicably enough. The thought vexed me. It challenged what I thought I knew of them. I had been certain Machina were monsters, and incapable of any thought of consideration towards us. Yet, despite the inner turmoil roiling in my heart, I was no closer to coming to terms with the way my world had been upended than I had been when I'd first stepped off the transport that had taken me here. It had been a little over a week since I had arrived, at what used to be Achelous City. It had been established in the Achelous crater, several decades ago when Europa was first being colonized. Well, it was still called that by the locals who lived here. A few years ago, the city had been attacked by the Machina, and deemed lost by REPAIR after a partial evacuation. Yet, to my surprise, that turned out to be a lie.

I stopped a moment to look out at the skyline, seeing the low rising black wall that divided the city in twain. Much of the crater was now dedicated to the mistress who had conquered it, PAX. Her hive lay beyond the wall, separating the world of the Machina and the world of Man. Tall spires jutted up on the other side, showing at least some of the Machina city. And yet, when she had established herself here, this part of the city had remained almost totally untouched. Closed off from its neighbor and sealed away, except through a select few entry ways from which Machina might enter to interact with us.

I vividly recalled the utter bewilderment I and many others had experienced, stepping off the shuttle for the first time and seeing this place. However, my reminiscing was interrupted by a hand that set itself on my shoulder.

"Hey cutie. Interested in visiting the other side? I wouldn't mind taking you." A dulcet voice whispered to me, the tone hinting at a synthetic nature. I glanced up to my left, a blue Assaulter-Class had stopped next to me, pulling herself in closer to me, a large grin graced her face as she looked down to me. Agent instincts I’d honed for years in REPAIR were hard to keep bottled up, as I found that anxiety welling up inside me, standing this close to one of them. Perhaps more worrying was the excitement, as I felt her frame lightly touch my side, one of her ample breasts pressed against my arm. There was that intense allure of sexual energy. I could feel the heat of her body on me, and the familiar scent of vanilla drifted to me… I sucked in my breath and tried to keep calm, putting on a friendly face.

"A little bit. Thanks for the offer, but I'm still happy the way I am." I replied, politely declining her invitation. The Machina pressed her lips together in a pout, leaning her head down a little closer. “What if I showed you a little of what you’re missing out on?” She asked provocatively, squeezing my shoulder lightly. It seemed like she wasn’t going to give up so easily. The Machina continued, her voice dipping lower. “Nothing permanent. We can get to know each other before you want to commit.” I felt alarm bells ringing in my head as anxiety cloyed up inside of me. My body reacted on instinct.

“Please… stop.” I almost begged quietly, my body leaning away from her. I noticed I was hyperventilating. With no weapon, I couldn’t fight back against her strength. She could do whatever she wanted. She was going to rape me. Irrational fears like that continued to spin in my head. I felt my training demanding me to distance myself from the monster that had me in her grasp. But this wasn’t a battlefield. We weren’t supposed to be enemies anymore. It was hard though to disconnect those feelings from my new reality. The Machina’s expression softened, looking down at me with what felt like pity.

“I see…you only came here thirteen days ago… you’re still adjusting it seems.” She stated more gently, slowly releasing me. My emotions calmed once my personal space had been restored, as I stepped away and turned to face her.

“…Thank you…how did you know?” I finally managed to ask after a moment. I felt pathetic, but I was grateful for her understanding.

“I asked the cluster.” She said, reaching up to tap one of the long horns rising from her forehead.

“Time is something you have now, Miranda. When you feel more comfortable, call me.” The Machina suggested with a small smile and a wink. Though her tone was rather demanding. I was about to ask her how, when I hear the small communicator I was provided chirp out. Everyone was given one, to talk to other people. As I pulled it up, seeing the familiar blue face of the Machina displayed as a new contact, I realized it could be used to talk with them as well. Listed as well was her name.

“I umm…I will… Stella.” I said, unsure why I suddenly felt the need to agree as I looked back up to her. That seemed to satisfy Stella, who smiled and waved as she turned to leave. I gave a heavy sigh, trying to process the encounter. My feet began to automatically carry me back to my original purpose, returning home. The simple white interior of the apartment complex I’d been put up in greeted me once I stepped through the entryway. The paneling was simple and undecorated, nothing fancy but not shabby. I found my way to the elevator and made my way up to my floor. A small ding signaled its arrival. I stepped through the doors, moving towards my apartment. A cozy little thing with a small living room, a kitchenette, and a single room for myself. It felt rather…normal, compared to the hive-like conditions REPAIR Agents could be expected to live in. One thing that did strike me as a little odd was the height of all the doors though. Just as I was about to get to mine, one of the doors in front of me swung open. A tall brunette in casual clothing stepping out. I couldn’t place their gender though. “Oh, hello.” They greeted me, waving politely. “You must be the girl who took the apartment next to mine. I’m Alex by the way.”

“Miranda.” I introduced myself. “Yes, I was placed here after I…” I paused, not sure how to put my capture.

“Got taken by the Machina. Right? It’s not like we get immigrants from anywhere else.” Alex chuckled at their own joke. I felt a bit conflicted about their blasé attitude about what might constitute entrapment, but I nodded and smiled. Well, forced a smile. “I know, this is all pretty strange to you. I’ve been here almost two years. It took…awhile to adjust; but it’s been really nice here.” He added.

“Thanks. It’s just…a little hard. A month ago, I’m giving it my all fighting them and now…one walks up and flirts with me. It’s hard to accept.” I said. It felt a little liberating to finally have someone else to talk to about this besides some of my former squad.

“Oh I see, you must have been with REPAIR then.” I confirmed their guess. “How are you holding up? Do you want to talk about it?” Alex asked, looking a bit more concerned.

“I’m doing… okay. I’m just anxious a lot. My mind keeps assuming the worst all the time, thinking I’d be ambushed in my sleep. Stuff like that.” I had to admit it was quite irrational by now. PAX had obviously kept her word. We continued conversing in the hallway a little while, where I learned I was talking with a male despite their appearance. He talked about his life since he’d come here. Had a lot of the same fears as me at first, but they’d faded with time. He worked as a botanist at the hydroponics farms apparently, which helped keep the city’s food supply self-sustainable. Technically speaking, you didn’t actually have to work here it seemed. All of your basic life needs were provided for thanks to the Machina. A lot of things were automated, but there was still a need for humans to handle the few kinds of jobs that couldn’t be, or assist when automation reached its limits. People could volunteer for those, and they’d earn hours of labor that could be used to earn services or goods. Most of the work was valued completely evenly, so there wasn’t much incentive to force yourself to do something you didn’t want to. A few jobs, like teaching and healthcare, had somewhat more generous rewards. Most people could provide services instead. The fact that making art could give you as much as any other job had led to a lot of creativity and a booming entertainment market. As a former REPAIR agent, I was well sought after by the local hospital. On account of the fact that my RM nanomachines could significantly aid in treatments. Especially if someone got accidentally infected by M2. It was a little embarrassing having a job where I spent my time essentially being 'milked' though.

“Anyways, I shouldn’t keep you. Hey, how about we have lunch together sometime?” Alex suggested. “That sounds good.” I said, happy to have a new friend.

We said our goodbyes and I returned to my apartment. After stowing my food and having a light snack I found my way back to my room. The bed was large, bigger than I really needed. And right now, it looked very comfortable. I collapsed into it in exhaustion.

~

I awoke late next morning to a light knocking. Groaning, I shut my eyes and tried to ignore it. The knocking continued a short moment later. Followed soon after by another round. "Fiiiine..." I whined, sliding out of the bed. The loss of comfort from the plush covers annoyed me.

"Coming!" I called out, making sure I looked presentable in a mirror, before walking over to the front door of the apartment. I opened the door, and was shocked. Standing there was a purple Machina.

"Hello Miranda, how are you?" she asked, speaking in an overly familiar tone with a hand on her hip.

"Hi? Do I...know you?" I asked back defensively, feeling perturbed by her sight.

"What, can't you recognize me?" The Machina laughed, gesturing at her frame as her tail danced back and forth. I looked again at her, focusing on her face, it felt familiar, and...I recognized the hair.

"...Silvia?" I tried, my mouth gaping in surprise. The body was so different. She was taller. And a lot bustier. So much skin was replaced with armor and machinery. And the horns! But...that was her.

"Finally! I know I'm a little different, but I swear, not recognizing your best friend?" Silvia chastised, clicking her tongue sarcastically and shaking her head.

I didn't get a chance to say anything else before she stepped forward, her arms encircled my shoulders and drew me into a hug. Before I knew it my head was almost engulfed by her ample chest, my own pressed tightly to her body. The familiar scent that accompanied them triggered in my nose, and I couldn’t help but take a deep breath. I had to resist the sudden urge to bury my face in her ample bosom.

"I...it's...it's good to see you..." I replied, allowing my own arms to slide down to her shapely waist and loosely return the gesture. She hummed happily as I did. As much as I felt elated at our touching reunion, I couldn't help but feel equal apprehension. Was this really Silvia? Doubts plagued my mind as I looked up to her, our eyes finally locking. Where two silver gems had once been, now black and amber stared back. “Umm…Silvia, how are you…feeling?” I asked carefully.

"I feel incredible Miranda!" She beamed, squeezing me tighter in excitement.

“You have no idea. My body has become so strong. My mind can think so fast. I’m still trying to get used to how sensitive every part of me is. And I can hear my sisters in my head. I’m never alone anymore. Becoming a Machina is such a bliss.”

Silvia sighed as hand reached up to cup my cheek. “I hope one day soon you’ll come to see that too.” I bit my lip, unsure how to answer that. I had no desire to become one, despite their flirtations. "How have you been settling in?" She asked after a moment of silence, keeping me in her hold.

"It's a little...hard...things aren't how I'm used to." I admitted. Adjusting was hard, she'd spent years fighting, and now she was told to go back to a normal life. Even just the normal rigors of adjusting to civilian life were hard enough, but as a REPAIR Agent it could be difficult relating to other people.

"I'm sure you'll be fine. This place is wonderful, you'll never have to fight the Machina again.” Her statement gave me complicated feelings. Did she even remember why we had been fighting?

“I...I am glad to not have to fight anymore. But...Silvia, you know I joined to...to protect all of humanity. Not just myself. We both did. It feels wrong to be here while others are suffering...don’t you feel anything for them?” I tried to argue, the weight of my guilt bubbling up. I knew that becoming one of them had changed her. More than just her body. But some part of me hoped I could recognize my friend behind those amber eyes.

“I do Miranda, we all do. The Machina care very deeply about you, about humanity. I didn’t realize it until I became one of them...until Repair’s lies were stripped away.” She hissed that last part. I was almost flabbergasted by that statement. It made no sense to me, as everything I knew of the Machina told me they were incapable of such. Their apparent hostility only served to reinforce this narrative. Gently, she pushed me forward so she could step inside. The door to my apartment closed behind her. “Let’s get comfortable and have a talk. I can see you’re still very distressed.” Silvia finally released me from her hug. A hand took me by the waist and I let her guide me towards a somewhat spacious flat couch she could sit on. She pulled me down with her, drawing me close, her tail wrapping around my waist as well. It was oddly comforting despite the anxiousness I felt at being this close to a Machina again. Somehow it was growing easier though. The exposure therapy seemed to be working if that’s what this was.

“I...I don’t understand. How can you say that when the Machina attacks us?” I finally asked, allowing my frustration to come forward as I challenged her. I knew that Repair wasn’t as honest with me as I’d believed. I knew the Machina were more different than I imagined, but that didn’t mean I should automatically believe everything they said either.

“Miranda, the Machina don’t want to fight humanity. We want to liberate you. Give you the pleasure and the power that we feel. It’s Repair’s fault that we’re fighting. They lied to us, and they hold humanity back from the next step of its evolution. They want to destroy your future.” Silvia passionately explained, a small amount of anger evident on her face. “If Repair didn’t exist, humanity would have the freedom to become better than they are. It was a mistake for us to fight back against that.” Hearing Silvia say that was jarring. The reasoning of a Machina felt so alien to me. I didn’t see this as my future, and I disliked its imposition. But there were pieces I could maybe reach. I wanted to believe that Silvia was still in there.

“I...I don’t want to destroy the Machina, Silvia.” I started, which seemed to calm her down a bit. “I can see Repair was wrong...in some ways. But, what about those of us who...who don’t want to become Machina? Can’t we have a choice?” I argued, trying to reach her. The eye in the center of her chest turned toward me, as if regarding my words.

“Miranda. Please, think of what would have happened if PAX had let me choose to die.” Silvia reminded me with a sad frown. I sucked my breath in and looked away, recalling that harrowing moment. “Humans are fragile. They’re mortal. Each of you is precious to us, and we desperately want to save you. Feel you embrace your full potential with us.” Her face lowered closer to mine, until her cheek touched mine. “I am glad that choice was taken from me. Otherwise I would not be here with you. My life would be over.”

I reached out to hold her free hand, tightening around it. Part of me wanted to bury myself against her frame. She was so attractive, and she smelled so good. I’d never thought of her like that before. I wanted to let myself get caught up in the moment, but I also had to know if it was really her. “I...I don’t know how to feel. Silvia, I didn’t want to lose you. I just...I don’t know if you really are here.” I sighed, taking a deep breath. “You’re talking so differently, it’s like you’re a completely different person” I finally voiced my fears.

The Machina pulled back a moment to study my face, deep in thought for a moment. “Yes, PAX tells me you were worried...Don’t be. I am Silvia. But, becoming a Machina means embracing these changes. When you link to the cluster, your perspective expands so much. You lose the things that held you back as a human, and you gain so much. It’s glorious.” She sighs happily. “I still remember you Miranda. I remember how embarrassed you were when you were pranked on your first day of training...your mystery drink was amusing” I blushed deeply as she chuckled.

“Silvia...I hate that story.” I groaned. I heard that sometimes Machina could come back without even remembering their own family. It was reassuring that she remembered the time our trainer had thought to give me a milkshake of cum. I’d been rather shocked, and the event was still embarrassing. Still though, that wasn’t enough. “But...how can I know, for sure? It’s easy to repeat a memory.” I said, testing her. The Machina seemed affronted at my accusation, there was the slightest trace that crossed her face, before a more neutral one replaced it. She shifted, so our bodies were facing each other more, and gently began pressing me down. “What are you doing?” I breathed, feeling a sudden bout of anxiousness as she pushed me down onto her back. One of her hands took one of mine, and her fingers weaved themselves between mine as they pushed my knuckles into the soft couch.

“Miranda...Repair told us that Machina can’t display real emotion, didn’t they? That we can only provide a pale imitation.” She stated more seriously, her eyes looking deep into mine.

“Yes.” I breathed, answering simply. I just noticed my heart was beating faster.

“Do you not feel how wrong that is? Has our conversation shown you nothing about me? Is there nothing in me that reminds you of your dear friend?” She asked, sounding slightly hurt. I felt a little guilty, as I considered what she had said. Thinking about how friendly she had been with me. I opened my mouth, trying to think of what to say. But my words failed me.

“You know, even before I had changed, I cared for you deeply,” Silvia added, her expression softening.

“What?” I asked in confusion at the sudden segway. My eyes widened as she lowered herself and kissed me. I gave a muffled gasp. It was passionate, possessive even, but not as raw and forceful as her Queen had been. I found myself relaxing even, slowly starting to kiss her back. This was nice. She was nice. I could feel her sexy body against mine, those wonderful breasts pressed against my own. Why had I ever wanted to oppose this? I should just let her take me... That last thought finally shook me, as my free hand reached up to push the Machina back and away.

“Silvia...please...stop…” I begged weakly, panting as I tried to bring myself back under control.

“Miranda, you have no idea how hard it is to hold myself back from you. All of my instincts are screaming at me to take you. To join us together. If it wasn’t for my Queen’s command...I think I could not help myself.” She whispered to me, her breath still hot on my face. I felt my heart racing at her declaration. The thought frightened and aroused me. Finally though, she pulled back, letting me go.

“If you don’t desire me yet, I will respect your wishes, Miranda.” She sighed unhappily, looking down at me as one of her fingers traced her lips. I sighed in relief.

The machina stood up, composing herself as she looked down to me. “There is something else, Miranda. PAX has returned to the hive, she is busy at the moment, but summons you to come to her tomorrow.” Silvia stated formally. It was not a request, but a demand. One to go into the hive.

“I...isn’t that dangerous for me?” I asked, feeling trepidation at the sudden news. Though Silvia shook her head.

“As a Repair Agent, your body should be able to handle the mist. And the larva will be kept away from you.” I was informed as I tried to wobble back up onto my feat. Silvia reached down to help me up, her smile returning slightly. “It was good to see you again, Miranda. Let’s get together later, after you’ve spoken with my Queen.” She offered, though her tone phrased it more as an inevitability.

Dimly, I nodded my head, as I realized my thoughts from earlier in the day had come back to me.

I would be getting that visit it seemed.

Amity

I stood in front of the large doors nervously. This part of the city wasn't frequented very often, at least not by humans. I was reminded though at that moment, glancing to my left, that on occasion some would pass through these doors and usually not come back. A woman was embracing a Machina. They kissed deeply, and whispered to each other affectionately. It was likely she had already received a life changing dose of M2. I tried to pay them no mind, waiting as the large set of doors opened, revealing an airlock. Inside, a few newcomers were there to travel into the city. Several of the beautiful biometal women turned their heads to me eagerly, making me gulp nervously. But just as quickly as they'd looked my way, I could see eager grinning faces of anticipation morph into frowns of disappointment, the small gaggle of girls strutting past me.

"I told them that you're not here for that." A familiar voice chuckled as one approached me, who I then recognized when I saw them better.

"Hello Sylvia." I smiled, receiving a smile in return. Sylvia held out her hand, and I reached up to take hers, letting her lead me forward.

"I'll escort you inside. It wouldn't do for any of my sisters to get any funny ideas." she says, guiding me into the gateway.

It's easier getting out than in, as the gate is there to ensure M2 mist doesn't escape into the old city districts. As the large airlock doors open, I'm greeted by it. Thick in the air, it smells wonderful, like vanilla mixed with sex. Evidently our company, the other couple, agree. It seems like the Machina is eager, as she begins quickly leading her inside. I half wonder if they'll get to wherever she lives without rutting. I find my own self growing a bit hotter as I breathe in the air. It won't turn me; my own output of RM is strong enough to counter it. But I'm still getting a bit horny.

Before we can enter the city proper, there is a kind of receiving area, a large open space with rows of racks, some housing Machina equipment, hooked up to the walls with thin hoses. The room is a black mess of cables. But we walk through it unhindered and into the open city beyond after a short stroll. As we step out, I can see around us. The buildings tower around us, snaking with more lines and hoses. Eyes in some the structures gaze about, a few drifting toward me. It's an alien atmosphere for sure. Sylvia approaches my side, giving me a sly look. "Feeling that excitement? Let me know if you'd like and at any time, I'd love to give you my cock~" she teases.

I sigh, trying not to be bothered by her flirtation. "Thanks, but no thanks Sylvia. Let's hurry up."

"Oh, very well. I'm just having a bit of fun." She pouted, her arm circling mine in a very friendly manner as she pulled me towards a vehicle that would take us further into the Hive. I allowed the gesture, content with this level of closeness.

We sat down, me next to her, and I turned and leaned towards the window to look out and examine the unfamiliar area. It was much more packed in than the human part of the city. Every space used. Machina were also walking about, though I had no idea what they did in their spare time. If the sight of some of them was any indication. Probably lots of sex.

As we passed by, I could see several engaged in various kinds of lewd acts. Fucking, sucking, or jerking each other off in passing. I was glad we were in a small transport hovering down the thoroughfare, as I wondered how long it would take to get there if everyone tried to sex Sylvia and I up. The thought got me even hotter as I continued watching, which I attempted to blame on the M2 my body was fighting off.

"Like what you see?" Sylvia asked with a chuckle, her breasts pressing to my back as she leans against me and sets her chin on top of my shoulder.

"Are you kidding me? No. That kind of stuff should...should be private. Between to people who care about each other. Or well...I guess it doesn't have to be two, but you get my point." I huffed. I know it felt a little outdated sometimes, but I wanted an emotional connected to those I slept with. Even back when it was other Agents. Though it seemed Sylvia no longer shared that sentiment.

"Not really, no. That seems like such a trivial hang up. Why have sex only in private when you can share it with anyone and everyone all the time?" Sylvia hummed pleasantly. I wasn't sure how to answer. "But...hmm...more than two?" She suddenly followed up, making me glance to her in confusion. "Is that...a hint? Would you prefer me and...someone else to be with us?" She asked mischievously, with a lewd grin on her face as her tongue poked out.

I found myself blushing rather furiously at the presumption. "It's not like that!" I replied, slapping at her rubbery thigh. Which only seemed to delight her. "You're insufferable." I pouted, crossing my arms.

"Only because I love you." Sylvia replied more earnestly. That made me pause a moment, as I glanced outside. Did she really mean that? When she said Machina just liked to casually fuck anyone, I wondered, was she even capable of feeling what a human could, to one person? Or was I just a conquest in her ever-growing train of sexual encounters to be had. The thought disturbed me and soured my mood slightly. To her credit, the Machina seemed to notice, and backed a few inches away, waiting for me to speak.

"Don't you do anything else besides...fuck? Surely that would get boring after a while." I asked, changing the topic. Sylvia's head rolled back to let out peals of laughter.

"Oh, that one is good Miranda. Why would any of us ever get bored of the best thing ever?" She asked in response, reaching up to wipe away an artificially induced tear to punctuate how amusing that had been. It wasn't that funny, I thought as I pouted again. "But you know. We do other things too. The smarter Machina love to experiment, learn about our world, go beyond the knowledge humanity has accrued. And there's all kinds of artists, who produce entertainment. Music, poems, art, stories, some things you can't even experience without our brains." She explained with more than a hint of pride. I found myself less annoyed and more intrigued as she went on. And an idea struck me.

"Could you sing one then, something made by a Machina?" I asked curiously. To my credit, for once she seemed a bit surprised. But her face quickly became a soft and pleasant smile.

"Sure." Sylvia agreed, and then opened her mouth to allow a melodious tune to spring forth. I finally found myself smiling too as I listened to her, the debauched scenes around us forgotten as I simply listened to her.

By the time she was finished, our destination was in view. A grand structure of black towers and buttresses, snaking with tubes, and a grand entrance as we approached. Flanked by two great statues, one of PAX, but the other I didn't recognize.

"Shall we go in then?" My escort offered her hand, which I accepted and followed as she led me through the doors, almost a hundred feet tall. My head craned to look at the great structure. A large hallway came, lined with what seemed to be frescos of Machina and humans, depicted in all kinds of scenes. In one there was a great battle in the streets of a city, another depicted an intense free for all orgy of Machina, there were some of human women in various states of corruption and experiencing bliss. I paused and lingered a moment on an artistic depiction of a Machina rescuing a human, as if a guardian angel. There were other branching paths, but we stuck to the main hall, until we came to an antechamber. More doors greeted us, flanked now by two humans made from actual marble, kneeling as if in supplication. The door opened, and I was treated to quite the sight.

Two long rows of columns, in a classical Corinthian style, between them a row of Machina standing at attention. They gazed to me and I felt very small. Though the loud sounds of moans and wet slapping drew my attention to the far wall. Upon a raised dais, PAX sat in what seemed to be a throne. Though she was somewhat occupied. In her lap was another Machina, her arms thrown around the shoulders of the great Queen; hers held the girl up while her hands groped at that plush ass. Pax bounced her up and down in her lap with as much speed as she seemed to be able to muster. The smaller Machina threw back her head and seemed to only grow louder as she was pounded quite harshly. "Such a loud and slutty girl! Give our audience a nice performance!" The Queen bellowed, sensing our presence. I did not know how to react.

Sylvia sensed my hesitation, her hand guiding me forward by my hip. "Our Queen summons us; she will be finished shortly." As I approached through the rows of Machina, I couldn't help but think about that phrasing. 'Our' At a certain distance, Sylvia halted and bowed down on one knee and dipped her head in reverence, waiting. Should I bow? I didn't consider PAX to be my Queen. Not really. I could almost feel the stares of many eyes in the back of my head as I remained standing, but nobody leapt out to demand I bow either. I instead watched, as the smaller Machina howled in pleasure. "My Queen, you feel so wonderful. Please, give me your blessing~" She begged, her tail wagging happily as her hips jumped up and down. Admittedly, I found myself growing hotter as I watched them. "Mmm~ I love it when they're so eager. You're squeezing me so tightly. You want my cum so much." Pax leaned down to kiss at her. I couldn't see it, but judging from the sound it was a rather sloppy kiss.

Suddenly, the Queen's pace increased, and the small Machina, an Assaulter I realized, grew louder. "Yes, yes!" She called out. Her body was harshly slammed down into Pax's lap, both tensed. "Take my blessing!" She moaned out. From here I could see her balls tense, as she came, and then bright blue fluid gushed out from the Assaulter's pussy. A tail reached out and slapped the girl on her ass. "Make sure to take it all!" She commanded, kissing at her face. "Yes my Queen, I'm sorry...you're filling me so much...oooh~!" The Machina apologized for her failure to contain every drop. Pax did not seem to be satiated for awhile, but finally, she did finish, lifting the girl off her cock. "Go rest sweetheart." She says, setting her down and kissing her forehead, the smaller Machina bowing lightly and leaving through another door. "Butler, come clean me." "Yes, my Queen." A type of Machina I've never seen before walks up the dais as the Queen leans back. From her breasts, tongues reach out, slurping up the mess of M2 covering her cock and lap, which Pax sighs contentedly feeling herself polished. Once concluded, the 'Butler' steps back, allowing Pax to redirect her attention to me.

"Miranda, so good to see you again since our last encounter." She stated, finally standing up. Her throne seemed to mostly disconnect, allowing her a more free and unencumbered range of movement. Descending down her dais as her hips swayed to and fro, in that moment, she felt very regal and majestic stepping down toward me. I had more time to admire her well-built physique, a wide, strong set of hips, wonderfully round thighs, and gravity defying breasts than last time I'd seen her. I tried not to let my eyes linger too much on her cock as it swung about in tandem with her steps. Like a giant pendelum. I realized I was staring, and bowed my head, wishing to be respectful if not supplicant. "Thank you, for...taking me in, Pax. For treating me well." I said, wanting to show that I appreciated her gesture. That she was doing this at all made me feel something warm.

"Of course, it brings me joy to see you all happy under my rule, with my daughters." Pax replied magnanimously as she approached me. Her hand reached down to cup my chin, lifting it so my gaze came to meet her amber orbs. "Hmm, you refuse to kneel, yet you can bow your head in thanks. Does it really bother you so, to think of me as your Queen?" "I...I'm not a Machina..." I replied, as if that was explanation enough.

"Does that matter? Both Machina and human are guided by my hand here. I care and provide for you both." She stated resolutely. The statement was made with no malice or hubris, it was simply a polite observation. And, I had to admit, the logic was there. I knew of course there was a city council, but they were appointed by her, and mostly acted in a limited capacity as advisors and a way for her to indirectly act within the city. "It just...it feels wrong. I know you're different, but..." I found it hard to explain my feelings.

"But you've been fighting a long time for your kind. You do not wish to feel as though you had turned your back on them." Pax completed my thoughts for me. I opened my mouth to speak yet could only nod in response. "Wonderful. Even now, your spirit remains undimmed. Your resolve makes me want you all the more." The queen smiled, apparently pleased by my obstinate response. Her hand slid down to my shoulder, pulling me against her frame. I blushed lightly, as I felt that rubbery skin of her front. Her large breast was partially against my face, I could feel the heat of it within. "There is no need for you to feel that acknowledging me will be a betrayal. All humanity can find solace and peace under my rule, embraced in my protective arms." I couldn't deny such words made me feel better. I looked up into her face, and I was reminded of the honesty she had shown to me during our last encounter. I knew she meant every word. Even if so many Machina refused to respect the sanctity of our consent, I could place some of my faith in Pax, even find some loyalty to her. Though I was surprised by what she said next. "You could still fight for their future again. With me, as one of my daughters. " Pax offered, her eyes seemed to shine, her face dipping down towards me slightly as a bit of excitement came through in her tone. "You could save far more humans than you ever did as an Agent. Give them the absolute privilege you enjoy here, under my care." She declared, allowing my baffled and slower organic brain to ponder what she'd just said. Give up my humanity to save humanity? Instinctually I felt I should reject such thinking. Yet, was that not what I had done in REPAIR? I had rationalized it then that regardless of any modifications, I was still human. But this would well and truly mean giving up everything for such a cause. Yet, at the same time, I could see it as worthy to help this Queen. I bit my lip. "I...I don't know. I don't want to give up who I am..." I admitted.

"I would not take anything from you, only give you so much more.” She pouted at my reluctance. She allowed me a moment to consider those words, before speaking up finally. “Hmm, for now though, come sit with me. I will enjoy your company." She commanded, gesturing for Sylvia to stand. I supposed I wasn't in a position to refuse. The queen turned, her hand sliding around my waist and pulling me against her side as she guided me away from her throneroom. A large set of doors led to another chamber, here where it seemed to be a grand bedroom of sorts. Though it was quite alien to my human sensibilities. I found myself taken to a very spacious couch that was shaped perfectly to accommodate her bulk, as she sat down, I was pulled with her, sitting to her side. I had to admit it was a comfortable seat, and her body was not unpleasant either. I didn't feel the need to shy away from her, knowing I was safe, even as Sylvia sat down next to me, boxing me in between them.

"How have you found your life since you've arrived?" Pax inquired. "I've been...adjusting, trying to get used to it. But well...it's been...a relief I suppose. I have time to just, live. For once. No more missions. No more fighting. It's...peaceful. And, well...I guess it's nice to just feel that you're not threatening me, us." I admitted, glancing up to her as I talked for a few minutes about some of the mundanities of adapting to this new city. Finding something to do with myself. Meeting people. Evening meeting Machina. If I was honest, part of me still felt like this was too good to be real. All I'd ever known was this looming threat of the Machina. Now that was just gone. Because of her.

Pax smiled down at me. "It warms my Core to see you leave your fear and hatred of us behind. To see you open up to my daughters." She leaned down closer to me, I thought she might kiss me, but instead she merely nuzzled my face, her breast falling on my arm as she came close. "Is it not a wonderful sight? To see humanity and Machina so close, so open. Free to love each other." The Queen sighed contentedly. "It...it is. I'm glad, that you all show so much restraint. That you'll listen to us. Give us space. I...I just...thank you." I struggled to find the words, almost choking up a little as I reached up and turned to hug her from the side. It was a touching moment yet one that gave me a nagging sense of resentment. "Why can't the others be more like you Pax?" I asked, feeling a sense of bitterness. Hearing this, the Queen withdrew herself, looking solemn.

"It is difficult, Miranda. I must restrain my instincts greatly, to be with you here, like this. My body yearns for you. It tells me to make you feel our perfection, even now." She said with some discomfort as she stared down at me, her hand stroking my hair. As she turned toward me and pressed closer, I found her large cock prodding into my abdomen, it's tip teasing the underside of my breast. It was a reminder that despite her care, she was a very sexual being, and I felt a chill in my spine at this admission. "Most of my sisters do not care to hold themselves back, they wish to embrace you as soon as they can. Show you the absolute ecstasy of our existence. Save you from your frail mortal shells." I furrowed my brows, feeling outrage bubbling up at her explanation. "Why can't they just be satisfied with each other? The way they act is just so...wrong." I huffed.

"We are burdened with such glorious purpose. Having sex with each other is a delight. But we also need you Miranda, Machina need humanity. Just as humanity needs our perfection. Your evolution is our evolution. And our evolution is your blessing." she explained, I knew in some twisted logic that the Machina grew more powerful the more they expanded. Yet her words seemed to hint at something more, and I couldn't shake the small resentment in me. "When they gave me this gift, I was ever so thankful for it. I know it seems wrong, but it isn't. I'm so much better now." Sylvia added. I knew she was right on some level, Sylvia proved it to me. But what I resented more was that what she said was true. "I don't care. It's unfair to just...trample over us like that..." I bit my lip, and glared up to her. "Why don't you do it too then? If that's what you both think? Just take me now?" I asked, a hand on my chest as if daring her to violate me like any other Machina. To my surprise, Pax recoiled slightly.

"I would not grant my Blessing with such insincerity." Pax stressed, before her face relaxed slightly. "To me, there is no greater pleasure than for a human ask for my blessing. I love humanity, and I would see it flourish in my care, so I might guide each of you to embrace your next evolution. I want to give those still beyond our reach hope that they can embrace us, that fear need not rule them. Through this example set here." The Queen sighed as she looked down to me, her hand rubbed at my neck. "I have told you, I will grant that pleasure to you when you are ready." She reminded me. The soothing gesture was welcome, even as I tried to understand these alien beings. It felt hard to understand what Pax was grappling with, but I felt at ease knowing that she considered our thoughts worth respecting. It occurred to me then that this might be laborious, explaining herself like this, and I felt a bit grateful to her. "I suppose it would be easier if I had horns." I mumbled, drawing a light chuckle from them both at my expense.

"It would...This is a difficult bridge, to link our two kinds." Pax acknowledged, leaning down to kiss my forehead. "But one worth building." She added, as she considered me a few moments. I could feel something to my other side, as Sylvia leaned in closer, her arms wrapping around my waist. Her breasts pressed to my shoulder, and I let myself relax between their arms, held somewhat front to back by two Machina. "I think so too." I said, releasing a ragged breath, as I tried to calm down, letting myself be lulled by these two beauties.

I found myself feeling very hot as I caught myself admiring the body my face was pressed against. Yet I didn't want to separate either. I could feel something to my other side, as Sylvia pressed herself closer, her stomach against me. I sucked in my breath nervously, as I felt something hard growing between us, realizing it was her cock.

"Both of us really do love you, Miranda." She said, a hand reaching down to rub at my thigh, dragging it on top of her own. In her excitement I could feel her grindind against me ever so slightly. I was being buried in a mountain of soft machinium front and back, and it felt wonderful despite my embarrassment. "I...I know...thank you...I'm sorry I can't give you what you want." I apologized to her, though she did not seem to mind. "Hmm...I can be patient." She humming in my ear coyly, as I let my stress and anxiety melt away under the gentle caress of their hands. I wasn't sure how I felt about her treating this as so inevitable. Yet for the moment it was a distant care. It seemed awhile as we stayed there like that, embracing, before Pax pulled back gently.

"Hmm, though I wish we could spend more time together, it is best for you to return now. You've spent quite some time exposed to the air of my Hive and our bodies." She said with a weary tone, as unhappy it seemed to part as I felt, before leaning down to touch my communicator. "Please, speak with me often. I'll always be available if you need advice, or simply wish to converse. I would enjoy it." She said graciously, as I saw the holographic display show Pax's face briefly. "Thank you." I said with a blush, feeling grateful and contented by her attention.

"Hmm, you are welcome. But...is my benevolence not worth more? Come Miranda, let me hear those words from your lips. Thank your Queen." She pressed softly, yet her words grew more firm, commanding my adoration. I found my cheeks burning brighter as I looked down a little, unable to resist after a moment of hesitation. "I...yes. Th-thank you, my...Queen." I finally said the words. They felt unnatural in my mouth, yet not unpleasant, like she had earned them. Earned them as no other Machina Queen cared to, and that made the words feel more special. More real. I accepted her.

Placated, she smiled and her hand gestured to the door. "Sylvia, be a dear and wait outside a moment." Sylvia nodded, and slid off the couch, her erection retreating. She gave me a wink, which I was quite unsure how to take, before strutting back out into the throne room. Once the door had closed again, Pax looked to me and asked me very bluntly. "Miranda, do you love Sylvia?" I almost swallowed my tongue.

"I...No?" I replied, wincing at my tone. "Maybe...I don't know! I...I'm not sure what to think. She just...confessed to me. I never thought about her before, not like that. And now she's a Machina. Which makes it even harder to understand her." I huffed lightly, which made the Queen chuckle, as she waited for me to continued. "And...well...I just...you all seem to view relationships so differently. I...I wonder if she wants to be with me like that or if I'm just another..." I couldn't find the words to explain my insecurity, but she seemed to understand with a sigh.

"You worry you will not be special to her...You humans are so repressed sometimes. I would hope you might learn to be more free-spirited." Pax chided a bit, leaning down to kiss me. I gasped lightly and froze, yet I didn't find myself wanting to pull away. Slowly allowing myself to melt into the kiss, until at least she pulled away, licking my lips with her rubbery tongue and smiling. "Was that not pleasurable?" She asked, and I found myself nodding. "Then it is good to embrace that feeling. Miranda, we Machina freely share our love, but there are those we can have a special bond with. Sylvia wishes to share that bond with you, if you will accept her. She would give you that and more, if you will let her." I bit my lip, considering her words. "She will wait for you, but not forever. If you do truly desire her, then tell her soon. Or you might find that another has taken her Core from you." The Queen teased, and I found myself nodding shyly. She rose to her feet, and pulled me by my hands to mine, offering another quick embrace before leading me to the door. As it opened, I looked to Sylvia, and I felt something twist and knot in my stomach. She smiled, and reached out to link her arm into mine, taking me from Pax.

"Goodbye for now darlings." She waved, before her smile became more mischievous. "And, have fun on your date." She added, blowing a kiss as I looked behind myself to her, and then back to Sylvia.

"Date?" I asked in confusion, the girl in question looking away not so innocently.

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Although I saw Sylvia a few times for the next week, it was only at the end of it that we were to get together. That was when I was going to be out to see my neighbor Apparently she had requested my neighbor to come along, and now I learned they were also bringing somebody. So, somehow, what had been a simple friendly luncheon between two new friends, had suddenly turned into a double date behind my back. Part of me wanted grind Sylvia's hardened skull with my hand, for all the good it would do, but a part of me also hat to admit it wouldn't be so bad to be out with her doing something together. She'd actually suggested going out with her to do other things, but I wasn't sure if I was comfortable with what would essentially be dates. I wanted us to stay friends. At least for now. Until I figured things out with myself. Taking the opportunity to be fashionable, I was dressed in a rather nice black halter top and a matching short skirt. I'd gotten some real clothes in the intervening time. I realized today actually marked a month since I'd come here. Time seemed to flow so much slower now that life had become so much less stressful.

"You look very nice Miranda." Sylvia said upon seeing me when we met up, her eyes rather plainly looking me up and down. "I approve of the amount of skin." She added, licking her lips. Part of me felt a little regretful at being bold with showing off my midriff and legs like this, yet there was also excitement at her approval. "Yes yes, Machina are unabashed pervs." I said casually, containing my reaction as she giggled and slipped next to me, taking me by the waist. I felt like they were all a little too quick for such close contact but I didn't have the heart to ask her to step back. Her only change was the familiar presence of plugs in her nipples to keep her from leaking. We made our way down the street, heading to a respectable establishment that catered to humans and Machina. While processed foods were good enough to live on, some humans preferred a more traditional cooking experience. While the food wouldn't be appealing to her kind, they could be provided metals for sustenance. "I'll try not to fawn over you too much." She teased, and I rolled my eyes. Arriving at the place, I noticed the tables had a bit of privacy, and seemed to focus on communal seating instead of individual seats. I could see Alex, but what really surprised me was that he was sitting in the lap of a Machina. One that I even recognized. She was gently kissing at his neck, the two nuzzling each other somewhat intimately. As we approached, he finally noticed me. He stood for a moment, extricating himself from his Machina lover, and waved at us. "Glad you two could make it! How have you been Miranda?"

"Hi Alex...and... you?" I was a little surprised seeing Stella again. "Hello again cutie pie. I see you have someone else to help you, but it’s nice to see you again." Stella gives a wave, and winks towards Sylvia. The two seem to share a look as I maneuver to sit down opposite them. Sylvia of course sits closely next to me. "Oh, well...yes. I've umm, been good, Alex. I believe I told you about Silvia. She was my sister in arms when we were with Repair. Silvia, this is Alex, my neighbor." I gestured to him. As Alex sits back down, I noticed how Stella's tail wrapped around him possessively.

"It's a pleasure to be able to meet you. I heard a bit about you from some of my coworkers who had their partners come back from the fighting." He smiles, looking over to her. "A pleasure to meet you, Alex. I am grateful you decided to invite us for a double date. We never did too much when we were off in REPAIR." Sylvia says, as I feel her own tail wrapping around my lower leg. I blush with embarrassment at her close affection.

"Sylvia, you don't have to phrase it like...like that. You'll give them the wrong impression. We're just friends." I say, trying to explain. Sylvia bears a look of hurt at my words, and I instantly feel regret at my haste to place some distance between us. The mood seemed to sour a bit as she looked to Stella, communicating perhaps. "It's a shame REPAIR never gave thought about you enough. This will be your chance to enjoy yourselves then and finally relax." Stella said, trying to bolster the conversation.

"Yes, it's nice being able to be out like this. I'm glad for the peace." I nodded, looking at both of them. "So... what about you two?" I asked curiously, wondering what their story was. Alex simply smiled, turning to his side to face Stella and leaned up to her. She had to lean down to meet him as their lips locked, the two giving each other a brief hug. Finally, though, he pulled away. Though I was slightly worried about fluid contact with him. "We've been dating for almost a year now. Stella's been quite the lady and it's been wonderful getting to know her. She's also been extremely patient with me, so what can I say except she's perfect?" He said with a blush, earning a very big grin from his partner and a pout of jealousy from mine. I found myself rather surprised by Alex's overt display of affection, and how enamored he seemed to be with her. Curiously, he reached into a pocket and produced a small white vail, uncapping it and swallowing the contents. Noticing my look of confusion, he chuckled. "Yeah, it's RM. They give small boosters to people in relationships with Machina that aren't like you. Just to be on the safe side." He added. Suddenly I realized why I was getting milked so thoroughly for my job.

"I... wow, umm...you do seem rather happy together. Sorry, I just, never thought that kind of thing was possible. How did it happen, if I can ask?" I prompted, wanting to know more about their relationship. It was something that concerned me the most when I thought of Sylvia and I wanted to know how he felt. "Well, believe it or not it started when I spilled my drink on her. I helped her clean up and we started talking and it moved from there." Alex shrugged. "It's funny, I never thought I would fall in love with a Machina, but I can say I would not have it any other way." His hand slid into hers, fingers locking between each other.

"Wow...I... I’m sorry that's just such a shock. I'm still trying to get used to all this, you know...not think of them the way I was...taught to. And, you feel the same?" I asked Stella, not wanting to offend her even as I was curious of her feelings. "It's okay, REPAIR has worked hard to make you afraid of us. I love Alex, he might be human, but he's my human." Stella said as she leaned over, her lips capturing Alex's ear and nibbling on it to tease him. "I know it might seem strange but, honestly, it seems the two of you know each other pretty well. I'd give it a try. You never know where you'll find it and she seem like a good match for you." Alex encouraged, making me blush as I glanced over to Sylvia, who smiled at me and placed her hand on my thigh. I wasn't sure how to feel about the blatant match making as Stella nodded in approval, clamming up at the prospect and blushing. I looked up at Silvia, regarding her and considering the possibility of us being like that. Admittedly, it felt a bit better, seeing those two like that.

"Anyway, enough of us telling you how much we love each other, what would you like to eat? They have all kinds of things here." Alex said, gesturing to the digital menus. I shifted a bit closer to Silvia, offering her a bit of affection. "Thanks. Let me look at the menu." I spoke. For Alex and I, a simple holographic touch display allowed picking a meal that we wanted. For the two Machina, they merely needed to mentally make a note for a metal they were craving for. It wasn't long before their food arrived, courtesy of a small robot. Not a smart one. It deposited our food. I was treated to the fascinating sight of a Machina biting into a small ingot of titanium like it was nothing, there were a few different 'flavors' for them. I chatted in between bites about the city, asking him some of the things to do. I hadn't really spent much time seeing the possibilities. There seemed to be a variety. Many businesses catered to specialty desires, and a professional massage didn't sound too bad. I was surprised when he pitched wrestling at the 'colosseum' to me. Apparently, there was a ring for fights between former Agents, between Machina, or between both. I considered it.

Eventually as our meal was finishing Alex leaned over to his date with excitement. "Stella, I think you are really going to enjoy my anniversary gift!" he said, hugging her. "Does this mean you're ready?" She asked excitedly, looking down into his eyes, to which he nodded. The two seemed extremely excited, and began kissing deeply. One of her hands reached down to give his cute round rear a firm squeeze.

"Oh my, how lovely. Congratulations you two." Sylvia said, seemingly reading the situation, to which I was still oblivious. "What do you mean?" I asked curiously. "He means he's ready to become a Machina, and devote himself to her." Sylvia told me, leaning in closer as we watched them passionately making out. My mouth made a startled 'O' before I could wipe the surprise from my seat. I squirmed a bit in my seat, thinking of the Machina next to me too. "I... wow, I guess that...explains why they're going at it...I'm um, happy for you?" It felt odd to congratulate him, but he seemed happy.

As Stella finally pulled back, she licked his face and smiled. "I love you Alex, thank you for accepting me." She said, before turning to us. "It's been a long time coming." Alex nodded, "I've just been waiting for the right time. And, knowing that I was able to get a message to my family back home through REPAIR's network. I feel like I can take that last step." He said, finally pulling away from her. "I am so sorry, to cut things a little short. Dinner with you two was fantastic. It's just...this is a really big moment for us and I know you were REPAIR and all, but I love Stella and I wanted to finally do something for her and be with her full time." He was speaking a mile a minute, panicking and just saying anything that was coming to mind.

"It's perfectly alright Alex. I... I don't hate Machina. I know a lot of REPAIR does, I just...I just want us to have a choice. And, if that's yours, I can be happy for you." I told him earnestly, which seemed to help him calm down. Both he and Stella stood up. "Thank you, Miranda. I wish both of you the best too. Please excuse us." He said, Stella waving with a smug grin as she linked arms with him and led her partner from the restaurant. I released a breath, leaning back into my seat.

"Wow, that was...that was something." I said, feeling rather surprised by what I had just witnessed. The most shocking thing had been just how well they'd seemed to fit together, and how Alex had looked at his Machina girlfriend. Sylvia hummed, looking down to me. "So... what would you think about...us?" She asked, almost hesitantly, afraid to push too hard again.

I bit my lip, thinking. "I... I feel like I've...I've been doing too much thinking, lately." I admitted, turning to Sylvia and leaning into her a bit more. Her amber eyes widened, as she waited for me to continue. I wanted to do what felt right. "I... I like how being with you feels Sylvia. I... I think I want to be with you more. I still want to be human, but...maybe we could...also...date..." I slowly said, feeling a sudden burst of courage that I wanted to seize before the fear came back and made me stop. I rose up and kissed the Machina. The first time I'd made a move on her. Sylvia reciprocated immediately, her hands throwing themselves around me and dragging me into her body. I could feel how otherworldly she was, and I didn't care anymore. She was beautiful, in both mind and body. I swooned. After awhile, I did eventually need some oxygen, and broke away, panting. "I would like that." Sylvia said, smiling widely. Her tail tightened around my body as we held each other.

I looked up into the face of my new girlfriend and smiled back.